The Tear

I cried once as a little boy
When I dropped and broke a brand new toy.
My father yelled and chastised me
“Stop crying now you big baby!”

“You’re three years now and that’s much too old
For a boy to cry”, is what I was told.
Whenever I got a hurt look on my face
My father would chide, “Get this baby out of my place!”

So somewhere deep down inside,
My tears found a place to hide;
Never to appear again
To avoid hearing my Dad’s chagrin.

A tough lad I turned out to be;
No emotions ever coming out of me.
I’ll show my Dad I can be a man -
Stoic and unmoving was my plan.

For thirty years a stone face I wore;
No one ever knew I cried before.
An emotionless bastard they labeled me
Not knowing about my history.

They buried Pa the other day;
I followed the coffin all the way;
I don’t know when it did appear -
Down my cheek spilled a single tear.


NOTE:  Fiction.  My Dad was great and I cried plenty as a boy.

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